House has already used maggots
I've missed the maggots! Off to the DVDs.
Willow ,'Potential'
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House has already used maggots
I've missed the maggots! Off to the DVDs.
Leeches are approved by the FDA
About 13 or so years ago, a friend of mine lost a few fingers in an accident. At one point they had him use leeches. The deal was that blood was reaching the injured parts of his hand, but was not being returned into his circulatory sysytem due to damage to the veins. By having leeches suck the blood away, it allowed fresh oxygenated blood to continue to reach the injured areas.
lemme know if I should whitefont that....
Leeches I could do because they go away. Maggots stay inside of you forever and ever. I KNOW they die... on an intellectual level... FTR, if they ever need to stick maggots in me to save my life LIE TO ME FOREVER and say they did not.
Clearly, my ploy to reduce the ick factor here has failed.
Question: When you go to a friend's house and there is no room to park in their driveway, do you think to yourself, "Oh, no problem; I'll just park in their neighbor's driveway. They're not home anyway." Because, I just came home to not one but two of my neighbor's cars in my driveway. Neighbor lady then came out and said, "Do you want me to have them move them?" as I was dragging my groceries down the street and up my driveway. I refrained from say, "WTF! Of course I want you to have them move them" and just said, "yes" and refused to look at her.
sj, you should make it clear that they are never to do that again.
sj, you should make it clear that they are never to do that again.
I think Teacup Guy's death stare as he pulled up shortly after me, pretty much made that clear. They did say they would tell their "meeting" to to park on the street from now on. Next time it happens, I'm having them towed. Right now my brain is still trying to figure out who the fuck does that.
Those are terrific statues!
Parking in my old neighborhood was insane. People would block our driveway all the time and try to say "Well, it's not a real driveway, because it's not paved all the way out to the street!" The policemen we always called were not amused--especially when they used the "not a real driveway!" when my car was parked there.
Right now my brain is still trying to figure out who the fuck does that.
Rude fucking people who've been raised by car-driving wolves.